Scissoring

Breaking down confinement, letting in fresh air

Scissoring pieces of manuscripts, selecting the words,

The correct capture, the clear release

How can we know treasure if surrounded by excess

Trim and, trim intelligently, creating more space

To flourish, more fulfilled and free

Will dreaming make us happier?

 

We look for the hidden charms

I can only see you from a great distance 

Blurred and incomplete.

 

I continue to work

I continue to dream

Though we may live in parallel universe

The distance gets smaller.

Listening

Sometime I am blinded of what I know

Prevents me from listening

At the end of the tunnel, I hope, is another way

And in the ocean, after I hoist a sail

The wind will pick up

And carry me to a wider reality.

 

I start putting words in my pocket

The birds start picking and scatter them

Some fall on front yards, others on the river

Fish snatch the floating words

The fishermen jump with surprise

People come out of their doors and greet me 

I feel embarrassed, I answer with greetings

I’m thankful, their dogs like me

Tomorrow I will take a basketful of words to the Farmer’s Market 

I will sit next to the mushroom grower

She tells stories about creatures in the forest

I will be a good listener.